Last Call Poem by Lesten WhitePigeon

I seem to walk a tight rope everyday
In fear of falling even from where I lay
The world has turned me upside down
Yet I keep walking around & round
I guess it was my idea to stay behind this wall
I guess that’s why this will be my last call

I think of the past and all the good memories I own
pick up a phone an hear nothing but a lonely tone
conversations and visions of life we spoke
Wicked raging fire, they went up in smoke
Tears flow from all that I sough
That’s why this will be my last call

I feed myself memories and T.V.
Anything keeping me from me.
I try not to think of what’s wrong
The shortness of life, how it seems so long
Everyone telling me it will be alright
Knowing I don’t have the ambition to fight
My world has made me raw
This will be my last call